And
I as usual
lost in oblivion s of find
Most I ask
least I find
I was standing at a place
Gurgaon house of Kiran
I know
Genius brains are misfit every where
I generally have a cig packet
bidi too
I know its health hazard
It was a scene of innovations
self reclusions too
Even driven to walls
made of mirrors
that
hardly afford
too opaque
too stoic
But it makes what sense
to paint
what is not there
There stands a green
its beautiful
isolated too
But I could not find
What I was looking for
Stray dogs
probably they could smell my worth
All of them
struggled hard to find proximity
me a docile delusion ed chap
Every Na non
it looked too irrelevant
I did notice
their female and their fights
of the dominions
one day
a psychiatrist
it was a memory lane only
Dogs are too stinky
they come to your living rooms too
I have faced
ensconced too
You see
It gives hard equations
And
I am poor at all know ledges
Now a day came
Navu was with me
its a subash palace market complex
probably some woods were still fresh
I was still a less throbbed upon
I spent a few hrs with her
I remember those nice moments
As if
Nature forgot to punish me
round the clock
I know
you may not come at all
I have yet to learn
how to live
Dogs are filthy
I do know
its a tough equations
May be
I have hope (s)
yes
no definitions available
and the
stray dogs
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